Fighting with my parents in the basement of my brother's house over Thanksgiving turkey.
Pornography Roland, Really?! Whatever, Mom! Stop throwing bits of turkey, mother fucker!
Waking up beer soaked and sticky behind the shell of a long-closed Taco Bell, where is my god-damn Cheesy Gordita Crunch and Fries Supreme? Hello?
Punk influenced and highly technical, much like your esteemed author, Baby Labour's Full Legal Stop is an instrumental wild turkey with crashing drums that swirl and drip around your head, samples punctuate the visceral neck-punching awakening that is this album; slapping your dumb face every time your attention glances away, saying to you, hey fuck-face you better stop thinking about acting in incest porn and listen to this. This is important.
Do you to listen to American Football? This Town Needs Guns? Battles? You can throw that trash in the garbage, you don't need it anymore. Better yet, compact it, burn it, compact the ashes, burn them again. You don't need them anymore, you have Baby Labour now. In fact, equating it to “math rock” or “punk” or “early Lil Kim before any of that shit with Gwen Stefani” or any other genre does this album, and this band, a disservice.
Baby Labour stands out among the crowd, experimental and loose, like my directorial debut in the adult film industry, Roland Teaches His Mom Sex 2: Incest-Reverso (The Wizard Musical for Adults (About Turning The Incest Around On Your Mom or Dad (And that's okay because incest porn is in right now (but maybe not for long)))) Vol II DIRECTOR'S CUT.
The payload is they're very good at instruments. Full Legal Stop is a varied and interesting album built purely upon the merits of the musicians themselves, it makes you feel feelings and think thoughts without singing said thoughts and feelings at your brain.”
Five manatees at Cape Sable out of a fully grown bearded dragon